A quick flash writ­ing I came up with recently. It’s a rough draft so excuse the gram­mar mis­takes and just read it

Zom­bie Warehouse

I ran through the ware­house between the stack of crates. I’m pretty sure I could hear them behind me but I didn’t want to look. I just kept going. The fac­tory seemed like a pretty decent idea but there were just too many doors to bar. They ended up com­ing in while we tried to close all the doors. Poor Patrick. I hope they did a num­ber on him, I don’t want to have to see him later.

I was about to reach the cor­ner of the stacks when it came around the cor­ner. I came to a slid­ing stop and there was a slight moment where we made eye con­tact. I thought for a sec­ond that I saw a glimpse of human­ity behind that rot­ting face but he opened his mouth in gur­gled groan as blood ran out of his mouth. As I turned the other way I heard the sound of some­thing wet hit the concrete.

Okay bad idea, but I still have to give this fac­tory a try, there are plenty of places to go. Includ­ing up. So I started climb­ing. These crates gave me plenty of places to get a foothold. Easy climb. The prob­lem was what to do when I got to the top. I looked where I ran from and saw about 10 of them sham­bling down the aisle after me. They might be slow but they are relent­less. The drool­ing one reached for my feet in a pathetic attempt to grab my leg. He looked a bit aggra­vated to find noth­ing but thin air slip through his hun­gry fingers.

It didn’t take much to get to the top. I could see most of the ware­house from here. It was pretty large and held a lot of rows of crates and boxes. Plenty of ways to get around up here. Just a short hop could take me over the zom­bies below and onto the next row. I had to be care­ful though. A fall could eas­ily injure me from this height and the way this place is fill­ing up it wouldn’t mat­ter any­ways. Their food would fall from the sky right into their clutches.

Don’t mean to dis­ap­point but I don’t plan on going out that way guys. I could see a few doors around but they were closed. No guar­an­tee of escape there. 2 big dock doors were on the other side of the ware­house but one was closed and the other was let­ting this flood of undead flesh in. What to do, what to do.…

Then I saw it. A fork­lift was sit­ting a few rows down and there wasn’t any­thing around it. That could at least clear me a path till I got out­side. I’m not sure how it will hold up run­ning a bunch of dead peo­ple down but I had to give it a try. The dock door wasn’t far from it, I could just gun it and ram my way out of here. Hopefully.

I waited for a few for the mob below me to gather a lit­tle closer. The fur­ther away from the fork­lift they are the bet­ter. It was start­ing to reek in here too. Some­thing about the smell of rot­ting flesh just turns my stom­ach. Their screams and moans are echo­ing off the walls and a quick glance behind me shows me that they are start­ing to climb too. Shit.

It’s now or never I sup­pose. I leap across the gap onto the next row of crates. I eas­ily land on the top and con­tinue to the other side prepar­ing for my next jump. This one is going to be tricky. The next row is a bit taller than this one. So I’m going to have to jump and some­how catch my self on the side of that crate.

I look behind me and see a zom­bie crawl up the top of the last row I was on. It looks at me and starts shuf­fling towards me. He then steps right off the edge and falls down on top of the gath­er­ing crowd below. The groan­ing ambiance rises a bit as they try to col­lect them­selves from the falling zombie.

Back to the crates. I look care­fully and pick my spots where I’m going to catch myself with my feet and hands. I take a deep breath and make the leap. I hit the side of the crate and my foot slips out of where I was aim­ing for. I started to fall but was lucky enough to get a good grip with my hands. I can feel my heart beat­ing faster as I find my foot­ing. That was close.

The climb to the top was easy enough. And the fork­lift was only another row away, this one lower than the one I was on. I col­lect myself for a sec­ond and then make the leap onto the other row. There it is, the fork­lift, and hope­fully my savior.

To Be Continued… maybe….